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MW - THE NORTH PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. ri c6 y Edward B. Clark J HENRY HOWIAND FOWLS SUITABLE FOR FARM i wmpirii 1 1 in wmgi r-:rvrv t 1 1 JL y a " " jSl?7 i3 BBS j&vl 4 '"""fiyrltfhU Wwsturn Neivsuiiher Union. T tlio time wlion tho United states nnd Mexican governments miulo thnt temporary treaty which al lowed the troops of either to In vado tho territory of tho other when In the pursuit of hostile In dians fleeing across tho border. James Tracy was n second llou tenant In tho 19th cavalry. It was during tho height of the' Goronlmo trouble, mid Tracy, with his troop, dismounted, and nftor n soul and body wearying inarch on tho trail of tho wily Apache, fouml himself In tho heart of one of tho droarlost, most God-forsaken mountain countries in tho whole rango of tho jsouthorn country. Tho troop was oxhausted and practically with out water, tho men having not a drop to drink save what was In their cantoons. Tlloy had cut Joobo from n river In tho early morning, expect ing to find another when tho clay was dono, but not ns much as a rivulet had they found. Thero was no cofToo that night and thoro wasn't a light .heart In tho wholo outfit. Tracy was unhappy. It wasn't wholly his suf fering condition and that of his men which weighed upon him. Just beforo leaving the Arizona post ho had recolvod news that his youngor brother, John, had boon committed to state's prison In a far northoustorn stato. The officer had seen IiIb homo only once slnco his grad uation. Ho had stayed away purposely. His brother had been a trusted bank omploye. Then came suspicion, then conviction nnd n sontenco. John Tracy protested his Innoconce of tho crlmo chargod against him, and his family, knowing tho lad, believed In him, bnt tho circumstantial ovl lonco was overwhelming, nnd In splto of tho ef forts of tho aged father, who spent his time and Ms money In the boy's dfcfoneo, ho wont to Iirlson. Iloforo tho troop had loft Port Bnnks with Us hobo to tho rod-hot trail of Goronlmo thoro had Joined n nn enlisted man a strapping young of ficer who said that ho camo from St. Louis. His nnmo was Barlow, and ho was nsslgned to tho troop of which Tracy was tho Junior olllcor, nnd lio wont with it on its chnso across tho bordor after tho Apacho chieftain. Harlow on every occasion possible nttachod himself to Tracy's person. Whenever thoro wns n Bcoutlng party dctachod from tho mnln body nnd put under tho second lieutenant's command Barlow nskod that ho might bo assigned to it to huro in tho scouting duty. Ho was n rosorved follow and apparently of suporlor education. Thoro woro no camp Jokes for him. Ho was grnvo and taciturn. Tracy had noticed tho ovl lont attachment of tho man to him, nnd ns ho TvaB a capable soldier nnd willing to dnro and to do anything ho was glad to havo him a part or his outfit when on detached and dangerous eorvlco. On tho morning following tho night that tho troop wob practically without wntor nnd In n country devoid of nil groon things savo tho for bidding cactus, tho troop commander told Tracy that ho had hotter mako a Bhort roconnolssanco, fool out tho country for tho onomy and, nHovo nil! try to locate wator. To attempt n mnrch under that hot Moxlcnn sun with tho men, and with any idea of offoctlvo servlco, was foolhardy. Trncy told his captain that ho would tako but one mnn with him; that thoy would strlko south west, whoro it was thought n bettor prospect of water lay, and that thoy would return as soon ns n find wna mndo. Ho soloctod Darlow for his companion, nnd tho two struck out through tho black, sun-seared country. Thoy went on for throo hours. Not a drop of tho olnmont of which thoy woro In soarch. Their tongues woro blistered. Thoy drank sparingly of tho wator in their enntoons, proBsod on for an other hour nnd then know that thoy must roturn. Back thoy Btarted. Thoy followed their onward trail ns well us thoy could, but nt times it was lost, and thou circling was necossary to tako It up again. At noon thoy lost It and could not find it again. Thoro wns a great Jnggod rack ris-. ing to the westward which neither recognlzod. "Lleutonnnt," Bald Barlow, "wo'ro going wrong. Wu novor camo this wny. The buii doesn't boar right. It Bhould bo moro to our right. I bollovo that wo nro going almost directly nt right angles to tho cnnip." Thoy clrclod again nnd again, but no trace of tho trail. Thon tho conclusion forced Itself on Trucy that thoy woro lost. Thoy wnndorod on until tho sun went down boyond tho black rocks. Then thoy each drank sparingly of tho precious contents of the enntoons, nnd lay down on the gray dosort to sleop. Tho sun camo up Uko a red-hot round shot, T.cy nnd Darlow nto tho last of their single ration, nnd took ono awnllow of wator nplocn. Then on thoy went again. Twenty-four hours passed. Tho bum camo up onco moro, and with Its coming thoy stnggorod forward Tho can teona woro empty. Thoy looked for the enctus wIioho leaf yields n Juico that holps fight off tho demon of thirst. Thoy could not find it. Tho only vegetation woro occasional clumps of stunt ed prickly pear cactus, tho Juico of whoso leaves accentuntes thirst, Another twonty-four hours. Tho men cheered ach other on Ilka tho soldlors thoy were. Tracy began to fool tho coming of dollrlum. Oh, for n draught of wnter! Ho lpoked at Harlow. Tho man's oyos woro burning, but thoy had a cour Ago In them, nnd something elso In their depths which Tracy novor boforo had soon thoro. On and on nnd on. Thoy could go no further. Sud denly Barlow turned to Trncy and. Bald In n volco tha, was choked from tho clutching of thirst's linnd at IiIb throat: "Lletjtannnt, 1 was afraid that wo might bo tompotod to drink this long ago, so I navod It for tho InBt extremity. Lieu tennnt. I lmvo ono good drink of wntor npleco Joft In tn cant0-" " OP1ITTP JMm Ipip .- - -v?" . raw A -Aw' fe5s '" " hb !'' , ...v.'yvZ2hs. z's Mmzzm mmmj,: j' .m,t.-mm Old Farmer Says He Has Never Seen Anything Better Than Plymouth Rocks and Wyandottes. Many fttrmers bavo hobbles and pot theories which sometimes bring them plenty of "experience," but a a rulo thoy look at overything along utility linos, says Farm Nowb. Soino farm ers havo been looking for tho best farmer's fowl, havo bred almost nil breeds in oxistonce, and yet havo to confess to fnlluro along theso lines. At times ho thinks that he has tho best bird cornered 6nly to find that It is stlh at large. A buzz-saw is all right for tho purposo for which It was intended, but it can't bo used for shaving n man's beard. All theso things nro very practical In their way, but making thom nnswer for nil pur-i poses Ib very much like corralling a cyclone, socathlns no mnn hnB suc ceeded in doing. Ono person wnnts fowls for tho pro duction of eggs, nnd, therefore, will wnnt tho breed whoso hens pnovo to bo the best layers. Another wants tho best table fowl, nnd nn entirely different bre!d will bo Belected. Tho third man wants a fowl with a cer tain fancy feather and pays a fancy price for it. A farmer living Boveral miles from town cares very llttlo for fowls of any particular kind, yet ho wMl Jb0, '.. . . w.'mW V-:.'.v .;.;: i.-.vVvMv'.V.V Hnrlow shook tho canteen, and Tracy hoard the splash of tho water within. "Drink, Harlow," said Tracy. "Drink; you Bnved It and It should ho yours. Drink, drink it, I say. It may give you strength to go on. If you got back, boy, nnd tho men strlko water, ask thorn to como after my bod." Tracy was reeling. His brain was nwhlrl nnd IiIb wholo system on fire. "Lieutenant," Bald Barlow, "I had morq In my canteen than you had In yours when wo stnrtod. Men In nn extremity Uko this should shnro nnd shnro alike. I'll tako my cup and we'll divldo tno water." , "Ib thoro enough for the two and to do any good?" nskod Trncy. f "Yos," Bald Barlow, "ono good drink for each." "Drink first," said Tracy. "I'll not touch a drop until my command Is served." "All right, sir," said Barlow. Tracy turned away for a moment. IIo hoard tho gurglo of wator. Would It novor como his turn to drink? Barlow spoke: "Lieutenant, I'm afraid I took moro than half. Horo Ib what's loft." Ho poured tho wator gurgling from tho ennteen Into tho cup. Thore wns a good round drink. "Tako It, lloutennnl," .snld Bnrlow. "I had moro than that." Trncy seized tho cup nnd draluod It. Oh, tho Joy of ltl Now llfo wont surging through him. His oyoB cleared. Ho looked nt Barlow. Thoro wns no iiow life In tho man's oyos. Ills Up waa drooping. "Barlow," snld Trncy florcoly, "you docolved mo. Vou novor drank n drop." Something like a smile enme Into Barlow's fnce. "Forgive me, lieutennnt," ho said, "but there wns only enough for ono." And then lie staggered and fell forward. Tracy caught him In his arms, and, weak though ho wub, managed to support his burden. "Lieutenant," whispered Barlow, "go on. You are strong enough nnd mny reach enmp. If you do, Just como bnck nnd bury 1110 here." Thon the mnn drofr his oincor'B head close to him and whispered Bumothlng. Barlow almost, let fall his burdon. "Yes, It's true. I was tho guilty ono and your brother wns Innocent and a sacrifice. Take this," and ho drew a paper from his blouse and put It In Tracy's hand. "Forglvo mo, lieutenant," ho said, and as ho spoko his ompty canteen swung from his sldo and struck against Tracy's knee. "Forglvo you? Yes, Bnrlow," ho said. Tho enlisted mnn looked up, smiled and died. Tracy let his burdon gontly to the earth, and then ho presBe'd 3n, for now thoro wns nn ndded llfo in his veins nnd nn ndded Interest In living. Ho reached tho top of tho rldgo nnd looked down. Tho camp was bolow him. Not tho old camp, but tho old .troop and a new camp and by tho bnnk of a strenm Refreshed with food, sleop and tho yot more precious wator, Tracy recovered. Tho paper which Barlow had glvon him contained proof of IiIb brother's Innocence. Tracy lod a snuad back to tho point whoro he had loft Barlow. Thoy found hla body. Thoro waB pence In tho man's fnco. Ho was given n soldier's burial, and on tho llttlo wilderness grnvo Lieutenant Trncy planted a cross nnd n little, fluttering flag. Columbian Wyandotte Pullet. will admit that they nro an unfnillng source of supply in case of emergen cy In supplying tho table, buying tho groceries and keeping him out of debt for long intervals. Tho farmers flock should bo pro lific without sacrificing other quali ties. Thoy should bo good table fowls. To satisfy ihls requirement thoy must bo of good size, plump and of good ap pearance when dressed. They must bo hardy and good foragers, as thero Is much wnsto food on tho fnrm that can bo convorted into cash returns by tho fowls. The hens must be good Bitters and mothers, as many farmers are not ready to buy incubators al though they should do so at .once. Theso nro questions that are being studied by tho careful, and each in dividual will have to determine tho matter for himself. An old farmer who la now off tho active Ust, but still lives on tho farm and raises poultry as a diversion says ho visited many poultry si'ows just to inspect some of tho best birds of thonew varieties, and ho says that ho h'aB never seen anything better than tho Plymouth Rock and Wyandotte varieties for real business stock. Ho said: "You can tell inquirers that theso two breeds are still at tho top, and thero are enough varieties of them to plenso any sensible person. As to individual tasto, tho old Indian said if men wero all alike they would all want hla squaw." So many varieties of chickens havo been evolved that it seems as if thero should bo nothing left to bo sought or desired in tho way of beauty or utility. At brcaltftist ma alio say to me That bread's tho staff of llfo and when I take a lump of sugar sho .IiiHt makes mo put It back again; 1 enn't have doughnuts neither 'cause Pa says I tnusn't eat such truck 1 wish boys didn't lmvo no pas Or mas- to watch them, blame the luck J Pit takes molasses on his caken And sugar In his coffee, too You ought to hear tho row ho makes When I want sweets! I never knew The time when he let doughnuts go 15ecause they might bo rich, you bet! I wish th doctor'd fix It so , Ilo'd only eat tho things I et. At dinner when It comes to plo Pa says I musn't havo a blto Bpcjuso I might get sick nnd die, Or have the nightmare In the night, A And thon he takes two. pieces, 'cause He gets the one I, ought of had If boya would never lmvo no pas I guess they'd all bo pretty glad. , When I grow up to bo a man I'm go'n' to be a doctor then, Because I've, thought about a plan For boys to oven up with men I'll fix It so their pas can't eat A thing unless the boys can, too I guess that them tho things that's sweet Won't be so bad to take, don't you? It makes my pa and ma feel bad To have me ast for sweets or pie; You'd think one little doughnut had Enough bad stuff to make me die But if they couldn't cat them till They'd not set heavy on my chest I guot.3 they'd let mo have my fill And Just keep hopln' for tho best. MERE OPINION. PSS Tho things that come to tho men who wait are generally dono up la cans. Truth is stranger than fiction. This Is proved by the fact that in truth the villain generally geta both the girl and the money. The black sheep of the family al ways geta four times aB much credit for doing well as he would havo re ceived If he ha dbeen decent front the start. Tho winnings of the bank at Monte Carlo aro said to average $25 a min ute. This may account for the fact that there are so many poor fools In the world. BEEF TEA AS AN INTOXICANT Wo find It difficult to bollovo tho cablo roport that Liverpool physicians nro very much oxer clsod over tho cusa of tho travollng salesman with dollrlum tromuns Induced by too much hoof ton. Bays n writer In tho Now York Times. Food unnlysta nnd nutrition exports hnvo long boon awnro of tho high stimulating power of moat protolnB, which, Dr. Chlttondon snys, aro approximated by ono sort of protein from tho vogotnblo kingdom, thnt of oatmeal. Tho vege tnrlans. In fact, baso their most offectlvo argu ments In the rnct thnt tho stlinulntion from moat Is In a way Uko that from alcohol, effecting tls suo chango or metabolism rather than affording nutriment, neef ton Is the hlghoat stimulant among the mont Julcos. Phyalclnns hnvo long Blnco abandoned tho notion that It Is a food cap ablo of repairing tissuo, for laboratory testa have proved that It caiiBos moro rapid wasting of tho body than no food nt nil. Indeed, dogs fed entirely on concentrated boot Juico are bo ovorstlmulated that thoy die within a few days. Experiments conducted hv tim Uultod States department of agrlculturo on losses in cooking ment showed that beof which has boon used for tho preparation of tea or broth had lost practically nono of Its nutrltlvo value, whllo most of tho "flavoring matorlal" tho toxic and stimulating part of tho hoof had gone Into the oxtrnct. It Is doubtful If tho medical mon of Liverpool nro greatly surprised nt the drummer's discovery of the hilarious consequences to bo derived from 1-oef Julcr Beof tea has never boon regarded by those who know ns nn Innocuous boverngo; thoso who don't know and who havo been experi menting In their own kitchens for their owu con valescents mny woll tnko warning from tho sad nnd remarkable case of tho travollng Bnlosinao In Llvcrnool. Soil nil tho roosters not noded for breeding. Don't buy breeding stock that lacks in strength and lgor. Keep everlastingly and eternally after tho lico and mites. A box of crushed oyster shells should always bo kept in reach. Kcop M10 coops for tho small chicks at n distance from tho hen house. Low perches will induce young stock to roost in tho poultry houso early in life. Tho color of tho egg shells has noth ing to do with tho food value of tho eggs. A combination of tho heat with lice posts Is enough to cauao fowls not to do well. Tho flavor of egga and their coloi depends very much upon tho kind of food given. After tho moult a llttlo Unsood meal la a lino thing to round out the poul try ration with. Comraenco to gather dry road dust nnd put nway in barrels In a dry place for net winter's uso. RATHER VEALY. 'What I would like," said tho very roung author, whose first story had Juat been accept ed, 'la that tho binding of tho book should bo in keeping with the story. Do you grasp my mean ing?" "Oh, yes," re plied the intelligent and accommodat ing publisher. "I'll have it dono in half calf." The Rose That Waa. Ho used to call her his June Itosa, 'Twah Juno when they wero wed; How soon tho lovely glamour goes, How soon the Joy Is dead. They skimp and save In many ways To mako an outward show; Beneath tho pride that each displays Thero oft Is hidden woe. Ho used to bring her gifts galore, As If he'd been a pilnce; But that, remember, was before. And she has faded since. Ho scolds because tho money goes When she gets hat or gown; He used to rail her his June Itosa, But now ho calls her down. Not In His Line. "Down in Kentucky, not long ago," said a traveling man, "I saw in front of a EtoTo In one of tho small towns a sign which rend: 'Paints. Oils, Hnrd- wnre, Hooka nnd Stationary.' I had a rathor long nnd tedious trip before me and, desiring something to read on tho way, I wont in. " 'Do you happen to lmvo any of tho vest pocket classics In 'stock?' I naked the proprietor. "'No. I nln't got nny of thom jUBt now ho replied, 'hut I can bIiow you n fine hip pocket Colt's, If that'll do, And lr you'll lake my advlco you won't wasto nny money on a vest-nockot j classic foh uso lu these pnhtB.' " " , n